| Girl can ya dig it
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| I’m there right beside you
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| Too long (but of it?)
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| Three years of running, you’ll be there by nine
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| That’s a lot to take in, let it kick in
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| Shakin' it out, yeah
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| It’s a whole lot to swallow, sugar spoon to take it down
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| On the high life of loving
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| Or you’ll dry on up
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| We’re given hard-knock days again
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| And I’ll be tripping days away
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| I been left with words I used to say
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| Living here with empty halls of fame
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| Moon down by the second
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| I get down with the current
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| Don’t just leave me bone dry
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| (Don't just leave him bone dry)
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| Well you know I’m committed
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| But I dare not waste a dime
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| (You can see it in the light)
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| It’s a lot to take in
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| A pill for every pain dragging you down, yeah
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| But it’s a whole lot to swallow
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| But I can smooth it, take it down
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| For the hard life of loving, or we’ll drown
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| I’ve been given hard-knock days again
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| And I’ll be tripping days away
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| I’ll be left with words I had to say
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| Left me with the empty halls of fame |